We're All Lost

I keep wanting to quit watching the show. Last season, I told myself I wasn't watching it anymore...but week after week...ugh...there I was in front of the TV again. And then they got me. That final episode. They sucked me back in. They brought it into the future...and they're back home!!

So I sat down last Thursday, along with everyone else in America (or at least 3/4 of America)...and watched. And now. I'm waiting again. Sitting in front of the TV, flipping through bullshit, waiting until 9pm to find out what happens.

What annoys me is that I don't really want to watch. Not really. I want to go out for drinks...or go to sleep early...or read a book...or have sex. Instead, I feel like I'm so invested in these people's lives...the sad sorry prisoners on a crazy island...and I have to know what happens. That's how this show is so successful. We're all trapped on an island as well. The island of the unknown. The island of "What-the-hell-is-going-on-and-how's-it-going-to-end". The island of FRUSTRATION!

I hate them for being so clever. I hate myself for watching it. I only have to wait until 2010. Then I'll be free.